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hello dearest Damian thank you for embracing me on this dark write ❤️
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This is darkly charged and unapologetic, leaning hard into seduction and danger without blinking. I like how the poem owns its fascination with shadow, letting desire and menace speak in the same breath.
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hello dearest Thomas good evening thank you graciously I love your comment ❤️
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Passionately penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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hello dearest Damian good evening thank you graciously ❤️
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Chère C.,
On DUP my nom de plume was Jilted Johnny.
Not practical, because on SoundCloud the seemed to be somebody with the same name.
I like it that you use Jilted in this very beautiful new poem of yours.Love it a lot. The artwork too.
An awful lot.
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hi dearest Gus you honor me with your presence thank you my friend and jilted I can’t see it I deeply appreciate your thoughts ❤️
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Read MoreAftertaste:April Fool’s Day 1973:Georgie was heavy with child. Her breasts were swollen with milk. Her abdomen, fully distended. She slumped on the wicker chair feeling her baby prod her stomach. Her fiancé marvelled at how she pushed herself to...
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We assumed e targeted women with his mushrooms thinking them weaker, but did she see a weakness in him that made him her perfect target. Based on her abuse did it give her insight into his truly fragile state, as the reader knows she’s calculating. Could she had seen suicide in his weakness, that’s a question. Tight one Lady
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Great questions! Life’s full of them.
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Read MoreChild:‘I dreamed I was a child again,’ Georgie whispered, her voice laced with wonder, ‘dreamt my daddy was alive, frolicking in the hay with me, the baby lambs. He gave me one as a pet, y’know. I called her...
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Read MoreAddiction:When he returned to the bedroom, she was lying on the bed haphazardly: one knee jutting over the edge of the bed, her arm dangling loose, fingers brushing the carpet. Sensing his presence, she opened her eyes, wiped away...
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Hauntingly penned, Brenda. Amazing dark write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian